(A repost from 2 years ago. People die all the time and I rarely think of them, but Max I remember quite often with a smile and a tear)
He was just a dog…
His official AKC registered name is Maximus Gluteus but we knew him as Max.
He died the other day, taken all too soon in an unexpected way. He seemed as full of life on his last day as when we first saw him a mere nine years ago.
Max arrived at the cargo facility at Logan airport from his birth state of Kansas. Wrapped in a kennel big enough for a Pitbull, he looked like an undersized rat.
We had found him online and brought him to be a companion for our other Yorkie, Ralph.
He exceeded all expectations becoming not just a companion to Ralph, but a true member of the family.
This memorial is not meant to be sad, although the sadness has enveloped us since he passed away, but to celebrate all he gave of his life to brighten ours.
He was just a dog…
He brought a joy of living to wherever he was. His life was full of experiences and fun.
He traveled on planes, becoming a Florida dog for a time
He climbed hills in Connecticut and mountains in New Hampshire
He chased seagulls on the beach, squirrels in the backyard, and hunted any creature that dare invade HIS home. Make no mistake, wherever he lived was his home.
He had a sense of humor.
A door accidentally left open gave him the chance the snatch an onion from the closet. Eating what he wanted and leaving the rest for my daughter to find when she returned from work.
Several days later, he pretended there was something in the same closet. Scratching and pawing at the door. My daughter opened it, expecting to find a mouse. Max dashed in, grabbed another onion and hightailed it under a table, out of reach. Enjoying his snack.
He never cared much for toys, unlike Ralph who hoarded them. Max did take delight occasionally taking one of Ralph’s toys and running away with it. He would find a place in the sun, put the toy down at his paws, and dare Ralph to try to take it back.
Made Ralph crazy.
Max had his faults. He had no social skills with other dogs. He would attack anything. It was more fury and show then teeth but it could be embarrassing.
This also showed he had no fear. He was a five-pound bundle of fur, barely the size of a rabbit, with the heart of a lion.
If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I can picture Max as a lion. Poised on rock, mane flying in the breeze, roaring to scare everything around him.
Max would love that.
He was just a dog…whose passing made me cry. Yet knowing him, laughing at him, or just holding and petting him made every tear worth it.
I will miss him as long as I live. The sadness of his passing will fade, his memory and joy for life will not.